"Set Adrift"
The wind was peppered with a gulls cry
As her hair bounced loosely
Upon her shoulders
She stood alone
Challenging the world
Dressed for the occasion
Her thoughts were swallowed by loneliness
Who will catch me if jump?
She whispered with a sad smile
Her tears fell into the void
Tracing a well traveled path upon her cheeks
Her panicked heart beat began to slow
Calm replaced ache
It was an epiphany
When the wind faltered and stopped
Only silence remained
Robert Lloyd
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